FIRE
FIRE
you feel it
don’t you?
the ache…
that pull
that place
inside you
that has grown
too fucking wild
to stay asleep
come closer
feel
the heat
beneath your skin
lower
deeper
the place
that still remembers
who you were
before the world
taught you
the shape of
small
stay
you keep calling it
too much
too intense
too emotional
too angry
too sensual
too loud
too alive
i call it
life
feel
the flames
licking
at your certainty
your identity
your goodness's
your masks
feel
them curl
at the edges
listen
nothing false
survives
the burning
reach
for the place
where your pulse
becomes
the only god you need
where your body
stops apologising
for existing
more
your fear
was never
the enemy
it was only ever
standing
between you
and the woman
who refused
to kneel
more
let it
kiss
your shame
taste
your silence
devour
your obedience
leave
nothing
untouched
this is
what desire
has always
felt like
not wanting
someone else
wanting
all
of
yourself
more
can you feel
her now?
she has been
scratching
at your ribs
for years
begging
breathing
waiting
patiently
wildly
she isn’t
asking
to be healed
she is asking
to be released
more
stop reaching
for the exit
reach
for the
woman
who refused
to kneel
reach
for the place
where your pulse
is the only
prayer left
where your body
stops apologising
for existing
where your soul
bares its teeth
and smiles
more
burn
through
the performance
burn
through
the pleasing
burn
through
the woman
who learnt
that love
had to be earned
burn
until
there is
nothing left
between you
and your own
fucking life
stay
don’t run
not now
this is the part
where everyone
turns back
this is the part
where everything
changes
feel it
the undoing
the hunger
the grief
the rage
the pleasure
the exquisite
terror
of becoming
too alive
to ever
fit back
inside
the life
that was killing you
then…
breathe
smile
open
remember
i don’t
carry
the fire
i don’t
follow
the fire
i don’t
pray
to the fire
i don’t
survive
the fire
I
Fucking
Am
The fire
Sacred love and fire,
Ami ❤️🔥💋
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The format is beyond impressive to me, the calling it provkes- i know of your magical ways already but still what it is to witness and read. Will catch up soon on more pieces because what I just experienced needs to happen more in my life. Youre the best, queen status, and you know that already though 😉 😘
“This is what desire has always felt like. Not wanting someone else. Wanting all of yourself.”
That is the part people often misunderstand. We treat desire as appetite directed outward, when sometimes it is the body demanding the return of everything we exiled to remain acceptable: anger, sensuality, grief, ambition, voice, appetite, joy.
And the fire is not always destruction. Sometimes it is discernment. It burns away the life we performed from the life that was actually ours.
I know something about that exquisite terror of becoming too alive to fit back inside the life that was killing you. Once the body remembers its own scale, “small” stops feeling safe and starts feeling like suffocation.
Beautiful, fierce work.